On the first day after I moved out of the dormitory, my younger brother who was practicing singing across the street blocked the door with a gift bag of snacks.
> "Sister, I'm sorry, I disturbed you."
> I looked at his youthful school uniform and my maternal love overflowed: "It's okay. If you don't understand anything about the college entrance examination, you can ask me."
> I gave him loquat ointment, helped him with his homework, and helped him get through the difficulties of the art exam.
> Until he was admitted to a top music academy and confessed to the camera in the air on the stage where everyone was watching:
> "Lin Zhi, all my songs are only for you."
> The whole internet went crazy, and I only realized belatedly—the good little brother I raised turned out to be tricking me!
> Later, he asked me with the gold trophy and marriage certificate:
> "Sister, the promised autograph photo is not enough. I want to sign it for you for the rest of my life."
